I turned twenty-eight March 12th, this year. . . I also got a 1973 Chevrolet Nova Hatchback & a job!
Lots has happened since this post. People at Quocorya's store left or were fired, and I picked up a job opening over there. I'll start four days from now. On the 1st of March, I also decided to buy a 1973 Chevrolet Nova Hatchback, a classic muscle car in running condition (interior needs some work). It's currently sitting outside of my bedroom window. ^.~
I haven't posted much here, since all my business goes on over at Twitter. On another note, I've begun playing World of Warcraft again--Anamas (Undead Priest) on Shattered Hand PvP server, and Romhos (Undead Rogue) on Windrunner server. Quocorya is helping Romhos on Windrunner, and we're both enjoying the game with my family on Shattered Hand. It's all working out very nicely for me.
Life hasn't been better. I still think of all it took for me to get this far, but then I consider the alternatives, the places I could've wound up, the situations and scenarios I could've faced elsewhere, and find I don't want to change what happened... except maybe one thing. I still believe my father could have survived, if I'd just paid attention to him while he was alive, but, that's the past. I'll live.
Seriously: If you have Twitter, Arctic_Grey (copy+paste) is my alias. You'll have better luck following me there than here, but I'll still continue to post on LiveJournal. This IS my life story, isn't it? d:
I'm just hyper-anxious to get started at my new job! I'm really looking forward to working again.
I haven't posted much here, since all my business goes on over at Twitter. On another note, I've begun playing World of Warcraft again--Anamas (Undead Priest) on Shattered Hand PvP server, and Romhos (Undead Rogue) on Windrunner server. Quocorya is helping Romhos on Windrunner, and we're both enjoying the game with my family on Shattered Hand. It's all working out very nicely for me.
Life hasn't been better. I still think of all it took for me to get this far, but then I consider the alternatives, the places I could've wound up, the situations and scenarios I could've faced elsewhere, and find I don't want to change what happened... except maybe one thing. I still believe my father could have survived, if I'd just paid attention to him while he was alive, but, that's the past. I'll live.
Seriously: If you have Twitter, Arctic_Grey (copy+paste) is my alias. You'll have better luck following me there than here, but I'll still continue to post on LiveJournal. This IS my life story, isn't it? d:
I'm just hyper-anxious to get started at my new job! I'm really looking forward to working again.